The envoy sent by Yecheng Fu was sent with the Wuhuan soldiers to return south, but this person was not a confused person, and he could see Zhang Liao's killing intent at a glance.

Hearing that the thousand people in front of him were here to fight, he was originally on the mount, and the drowsy Shan Yu suddenly became energetic.

At a glance, he couldn't help but show a hint of greed on his face when he saw the divine horse of the army on the opposite side.

The Wuhuan people do not value floating wealth, but they love horses.

"This place is ten thousand warriors of our tribe, but a thousand cavalry, and they dare to use their arms as a chariot?"

"Yache is the most powerful warrior in our tribe, you stepped forward to ask, do you admire the richness of our tribe, thousands of miles to surrender!"

He said a few words of Wuhuan military order, a man in front of the battle, still wearing a fur hat in the summer, couldn't help but bow down and promise, and rode straight towards Zhang Liao.

Wen Yuan's heart was full of murderous energy, and he was arranging for his troops to attack, and when he saw the Wuhuan warrior coming forward, where was he willing to listen to the muttering words, he opened his bow and set up an arrow, and he had already killed Yache with an arrow.

Seeing that the first samurai in the clan fell off his horse as soon as he joined it, the men in the Wuhuan army raised the blades in their hands together, and made a wolf-like sound to the sky.

Fifteen thousand people, unfolding one by one, want to compete with Wenyuan!

"The enemy is outnumbered, do not be neglected, all the army follows me forward, after three arrows, throw away the bow and arrow first!"

The world's top cavalry, top generals, facing different opponents, the tactics are all different!

Gao Guan's trilogy, which is the standard sense of the Northern Army's cavalry, must defeat the enemy with ironclad cavalry warfare.

At this time, at the junction of Jizhou and Youzhou, in the face of the standard nomadic cavalry, Zhang Liao used the Han army champion Hou Yimai to correspond to the conflict tactics.

"No!"

A thousand cavalrymen, who were originally silent coughing and wheezing, let out an angry shout at the same time, and the alarmed Wuhuan horses were all agitated.

Although the Cao army was outnumbered, it was still divided into three roads, left and right, protecting Zhang Liao's pro-army, and running straight towards the Wuhuan army array.

Although the Wuhuan cavalry is very good at riding and shooting, and the short bows they use, they are not the opponents of the Yanzhou military industry.

The firing distance of Zhang Liao's cavalry of eighty steps was already the same as that of the Han army's infantry, and most of the Wuhuan cavalry archers on the front line were still wearing leather armor, and they were immediately shot down.

"Up!"

On his side, he wore Xuanjia, that is, the elite unit of the black ring in iron armor, which supplemented the position of the leather-armored cavalry archer who was shot.

"Whoosh!"

When the two armies were sixty paces apart, the Wuhuan cavalry archers shot the first arrow, while the Cao cavalry shot the last arrow.

Fang Guang's troops on this northern expedition were all equipped with high saddles and horse shoes, and the Yanzhou cavalry, who threw away their bows and arrows, clamped the cavalry spears in their armpits, and rushed straight towards the Wuhuan army array.

It was like the cavalry of the Latins, under the leadership of Baldwin III, attacking the unprepared Saladin's troops.

Under the impact of huge potential energy, on the fields of Jizhou, the blood of Wuhuan armor soldiers was spilled on the battlefield.

The first layer of the Khan's personal guard was shot to death, the second layer was stuck in the chest with a spear and nailed to the horse, and the third layer was rushed away by the tall Yanzhou horse and fell to the ground with a wail.

The cavalry hedged, and the side that lacked speed, even if it had a huge advantage in numbers, was nothing more than a huge piece of meat.

He still has little knowledge, and he can't imagine that a thousand people are so reckless and take the initiative to attack the military formation of 10,000 people.

Many Wuhuan veterans, realizing that something was wrong, also wanted to urge the war horses to hedge, but they lost the charging distance, and were even blocked by their own samurai, and instantly made a mess.

"Blind, Niu Gai, don't let the left and right Hu riders rush up!"

"Wait for me to kill the Khan of Chief Hu!"

Zhang Liao didn't expect that the chiseling and piercing tactics were so sharp, and after careful calculation, he and Gao Shun were still the first victims of the Xuanfeng Battalion.

The spear in Wen Yuan's hand tumbled and rolled like cold lightning, although it was not as magnificent as Zhao Yun and Ma Chao's marksmanship.

Zhang Liao waved his spear, but he had a good way to do it, and his skills were extremely solid.

His personal subordinates were all following the general to rush into battle, and at this time the guards were on both sides of the sharp edge, and the spears in his hands kept stabbing out, only the sound of wailing was heard.

There was only one thought in everyone's hearts, follow behind the general and rush out!

Because there were too many people, the daylight in Jizhou seemed to have dimmed in the eyes of the armor soldiers behind Zhang Liao.

Half a moment, half a minute, everyone only knows to collect the gun, stab out, collect the gun, and stab it out again.

The speed of the war horse did not slow down in the slightest, and when the gun broke, he drew his saber and long sword.

The saber and sword were broken, and the big axe and heavy hammer were taken out.

With Zhang Liao as the center, the Wuhuan cavalry was full of flesh and blood, and behind Wen Yuan, Cao Jun, everyone was red, and they couldn't tell whether the blood was their own or Hu Cai.

Finally, the sky suddenly brightened up in an instant.

Cao Jun's sharp spearhead seemed to have rushed out of the dark clouds, and everyone wiped off the blood stains in front of them, and at a glance, in front of them, only the face of the Khan was full of panic!

"The dispute between Kyushu, wait for Yidi, and dare to intervene so far!"

"Today, you will use your head to wake up the Hu people, and if you dare to help Yuan Benchu, you should kill them!"

Zhang Liao shouted violently, the spear was rounded and stabbed out, and the head of the spear crossed the neck of the gang, poor in the Wuhuan clan, the promising sweat, did not leave a word, the huge head had been cut off by the tip of the spear, and flew into the air.

Zhang Liao only felt that at this moment, all the depression from Lu Bu's heart was relieved.

He stretched out one hand, grabbed the falling braid, and let out a long howl to the sky.

"Badun is dead, do you dare to fight again?"

Wen Yuan's words were like summer thunder, and most of the fifteen Wuhuan cavalry were blind, and Niu Gai was desperately isolated from the core battle circle.

Unexpectedly, in just half a moment, the Great Khan had already died here!

"Badun is dead, do you dare to fight again?"

In an instant, all the cavalry of the Cao army also shouted together with the general.

Zhang Liao even stabbed his head on the tip of the spear and held it high for others to see.

The Wuhuan people are close to Kyushu, and there are three percent of the soldiers in the army, who know the Kyushu language.

At this time, even those who couldn't understand Zhang Liao's shout also saw the wide-eyed, dead-eyed head of Badun.

The nomadic tribes, unlike the Central Plains, died of the Great Khan, and the powerful people who returned to the Great Tent first, or the next Great Khan.

For a while, the Wuhuan cavalry, receding like a tide, wailed and shouted, and fled straight to the north, and the cattle and sheep that usually regarded their lives as their lives were also abandoned in place.

Niu Gai and the blind man were also covered in blood, seeing this scene, the horse came to Zhang Liao's side, and wanted to ask for his life to chase after him, but he saw Wen Yuan shaking his head slightly.

"Our army is here, the great enemy Yuan Shao, not Hu Cai, today's battle, Hu Ma's courage has been broken, a hundred years later, I am afraid that I will never dare to go deep into the Central Plains!"

I have to say that Zhang Liao is quite insightful, originally twenty years later, after the First Battle of White Wolf Mountain, Wuhuan declined, and Xianbei gradually rose.

Today, more than ten years ahead of schedule, the situation in the north is not the same~